I heard splashing on the boat her bare feet And sensed in our faces the hungry dusk My heart swaying between her and the street, the road I don’t know where I found the strength to free myself from her eyes to slip from her arms She stayed, crying through rain and glass clouded with grief and tears She stayed, unable to cry Wait! I will come Walking with you. ~ Miguel Otero Silva (1908-1985)
source : ‘The Motorcycle Diaries’ Ernesto Che Guevara